My eyes are the color of the stormy ocean
Perfectly in harmony with my very soul...

Sometimes the gap between
Misery and healing...

My favorite cousin
The one who I hated every other minute...

Molly, you tore up my poor book
Written by Jonathan Glancey...

A dream with no color
rain with no thunder...

Feelings of light
Go fading away as night falls...

Riddled with intrinsic scars
reaching for the frigid stars...

The sky is lit with white-gold light
Day brings the war to sight...

I fade
I dream...

Settled to be
happy, free...

At first life's warm weather was covered in snow...
But now the clouds bring rain...

Winter like a swear word
cold and harsh...